Drarry One-Shots

Boggart

One-Shot: 6th year-Boggart(One shot Version of ma story except shorter)

Word count: 1,042
Warning: Mentions of Rape⚠⚠

Harry had just made it to DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts). Snape came striding into the room, a scowl upon his face and a dark glint in his obsidian black eyes.

Harry groaned, remembering that Snape had taken the DADA position, as Slughorn had taken the Potions position. He wished he didn't have to see the greasy git anymore but luck was apparently not on his side.

“Today…. We shall be….. Reviewing……  Boggarts” Droned the professor. A smirk present upon his pale red lips.

“Now…. Let’s begin? Who wants to go first?-” Nobody raised their hands. The room was dead silent. “-Nobody? Hmm how about Longbottom?” Quivering, the boy stood up and made his way to the front of the room, you could tell he wished for someone to take his place. Harry's hand shot into the air. “Yes Mr. Potter?”

“I-I can go first….” Everyone looked at him as though he was crazy. Harry tried not to think of what his Uncle did to him that summer. Instead of Dementors, it was now his Uncle Vernon that terrified him the most. The professor nodded with an evil smirk etched into his face.

Neville gave Harry a grateful smile as Harry trembled slightly. Carefully, he picked his way to the front of the room, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

Harry stepped up to the large chest with his wand drawn.

“Mr. Potter?-” Harry nodded “-I’m curious. Do you know if your fear has changed? Is it still a dementor?” If possible Harry trembled harder. He was shaking like a leaf. He looked down at his feet before nodding. “It's changed? You have a bigger fear?” Harry nodded again. Soon the twins burst into the room and made their way over to Harry. They pulled him into a quick hug before going and sitting down. He sent them a small smile before turning again back towards the chest and aiming his wand at it.

“Ready? 1...2….3!”

A wisp of smoke exited the trunk it grew and formed the towering form of his Uncle. He quivered slightly, and raised his wand. Just as he was about to cast the spell his uncles voice boomed throughout the room making Harry jump.

“BOY!” His Uncle boomed. Harry bit his lip hard. “Get over here now!” Harry shook his head defiantly. “Do you remember what happened last time? Or do you need a reminder? Tell me freak. What will it be?” his uncle growled, undoing his belt.

Harry trembled hard as memories flashed through his mind.

*flashback* (WARNING THIS HAS RAPE DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT)

Harry was grabbed and dragged from his room. A whimper escaped his lips as he was dragged by his unruly black hair down to the living room. Harry was shoved to the ground and his shirt was ripped off. A crack sounded through the room as the whip hit his bare back. He bit his tongue, holding back his cries of pain.

Harry heard another crack as a lick connected with his ribs, breaking them. The boy whimpered in pain as scarlet blood trickled to the ground. Harry's mind went blank as he was beat, all he could feel was pain, it was clouding his mind and taking over his thoughts. Soon a sharp object pressed into his exposed flesh, etching words into his small frame.

‘Freak’

‘Worthless’

‘Burden’

‘Unwanted’

‘Faggot’

Over and over again the words were dug into his flesh, into the cuts, welts, scars, and bruises.

Suddenly his pants were being taken off. The boy let out a cry of surprise and immediately struggled to get away, knowing what was about to happen. He felt a sharp pain course through him as his uncle thrust his sausage like finger into the small boy. A scream escaped the boys lips, cries of pain echoed but fell deaf to his uncle's ears as he continued to shove himself into the ravenette.

Hard, ruthless digs, over and over again. The boy screamed as he felt something else enter him as well. Another sausage finger stretched him as he felt something press against his entrance. Without warning the boy screamed as his uncle shoved his whole length into the boy.

His uncle started thrusting forcefully into him. A sharp scream of pain was heard as his uncle added more force to his thrusts. “P-Please Uncle!” The boy cried trying to pull away. His uncle gripped his hips and slammed into the boy with even greater force.

Tears streamed down his pale cheeks. They mingled with the scarlet tears seeping from his wounds.

Thrust after thrust could be heard echoing in the room. Skin slapping skin. Suddenly his uncle pulled him into a new angle, burying his uncles length deeper into the boy. Another cry of pain sounded as another boy with a group of friends entered the room. “Hello Dudley” His uncle grinned “Wanna help me with your cousin?”

His cousin grinned back and nodded.

*end of flashback*

Harry was suddenly brought out of the memory by a slap to the face. He whimpered as his ‘uncle’ grabbed his hair and lifted him off the ground.

“Boy! Tell me what you are.” Harry immediately shook his head and struggled to get out of his uncle's grip. Tears stained his pale face as his uncle slapped him. “Do it boy!” His uncle snarled.

“Fine!-” Harry cried “Imma a worthless Freak who doesn't deserve to be alive! I-I..-”

“Finish the sentence”

“I-I should have died along with my parents. Im unwanted and a burnden now please let me go!”

“Harry!” The twins cried, but Harry barely heard them as he struggled to get out of his uncles grip.

“Ridikkulous!” someone cried and Harry felt himself drop to the ground. Soon arms wrapped around him, along with a pair of wings.

“Harry….” the person whispered into his ear as they pulled him closer against him. Tears were stained to his cheeks as he buried himself deeper into the safety of their arms. “P-Please help m-me” Harry whimpered.

“I will….I will….”

To be continued…..